“...he assured me that God didn't make cancer because cancer is not good, and he cautioned me not to blame God for something He didn't make.”

“Cancer may have blindsided you, but it didn't blindside God.~ Strength Renewed”

“If God didn't want me to cross boundaries, then he wouldn't have made me a writer.”

“Hope was a cancer inside him. He didn't want it; he did not want it. He could not bear these shoots of tender green hope springing up within him any longer. (45)”

“He didn't use me like an object, because a thing didn't need to be mastered. He didn't use me like a slave, because a slave didn't need to feel wanted. He used me like a woman, hungry and desperate.”

“He rubbed at the dirt furiously, making the circle disappear, and begged God to do the same thing to him. Just open up the ground and swallow him whole. Because if he couldn't go on living in His image, then he didn't want to go on living at all. But the ground didn't open and he wasn't swallowed up by the dirt, maybe because even unnatural things were created in God's image.”